I descended a dusty gravel ridge,
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge,
Until
Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man,
But she can't relax
When the wind picked up the fire spread,
And the grapevines
How I wish you could see the potential.
The potential of
His head was a city
Of paper buildings
And the
When I was young, lying in the grass
I felt so
I have such a envy for this stranger lying next
Oh, my talking bird
though you know so few words
they're on
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The
I’m starting to feel
We stay together out of fear of
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin
